After breakfast, we decided to explore Montmartre. At the foot of the hill, there is a vibrant neighbourhood of wonderful vintage clothing shops. I found a hand-made vintage dress that my daughter is going to just love!
After exploring the shops, many of which were built over ancient stone cellars, we stumbled across a quaint little café. I just love the energy here! We have cafés at home, and many have patio seating, but there is something so romantic about drinking coffee with this amazing architectural backdrop and surrounding by sophisticated people speaking French. It’s like being in a dream! Continue reading “Eat Play Louvre: Day 5- Sacré-Cœur ❤️”→
Our organized “tour” of the Louvre came with a confusing map, and an even more confusing audio guide. After frustratedly trying to work it out, we left the museum in search of lunch to soothe our hungry hearts and minds. The lunch was surprisingly good! Actually one of the best I had in Paris! It was a pretzel baguette. Magnifique!
The museum, of course, was breathtaking. Particularly when a pre-recorded message and alarm sound instructing “all guests to proceed to the exits immediately.” I was truly scared, but it seems I was the only one. Everyone else was chilling there taking in the art and beauty. The security guards assured us it was nothing, but the message repeated several times that it was anything but. Continue reading “Eat Play LOUVRE: Day 4-Meeting Mona”→
My birthday! I woke up early and excited. I was the first to arrive in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. After I ate, I went back to sleep for a couple of hours. Then, I showered and went exploring. The neighborhood is nice in parts, un peu risqué in others with sex shops and lap dance bars. The Moulin Rouge is steps away from the hotel. The strip is sexy and provocative. There are sex toys shaped like the Eiffel Tower. Some shops cater to straight sex, some bondage, some gay. Mannequins wearing butt-less chaps, thong underwear, feathers and latex rule the day here.
It was a little stressful and I hardly had time to do anything to get ready yesterday because:
A. Our power was out from 11:30 pm until 5:00 pm the next day! And
B. We had a wedding to go to at 5 pm. So, we had to get ready in the dark, and with lukewarm water. It was a challenge; we were late to the wedding and almost missed the ceremony! (That’s me hiding in the gauze.)
After the wedding, I forced myself to stay awake until 3 am to try to turn my internal clock around. I was mostly successful.
I flew into London early on Monday morning. I was incredibly lucky to have this ridiculous seat next to the window. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much leg room in my entire life. Thanks, Edwin (who changed my seat!) My flight was delayed (of course) so I only had about two hours to look around London. It was just enough time to take the above photo of me with the red telephone box and then I wasn’t sure where to go, so I ended up at the Covent Market (next to Covent Gardens.) The only things I ended up buying were a tiny replica red phone box and double decker bus to decorate my bathroom… Yes, I said my bathroom.
There had been an attack at an Ariana Grande concert days before in Manchester, so security was through the roof. In addition to the heightened security, there was also a major computer breakdown at British Airways, so cancelled flights had magically been transformed into train trips, significantly increasing ridership for a couple of days. Below is a photo of the queue to get into the queue (or the line up for the line up, for those who only speak American.) People were shouting, fighting, crying… It was all kinds of crazy. This pic is before even entering on the left. There were about three times this many people on the other side of the doors, but NO CAMERAS.
My hotel in Paris is pretty swanky! It’s an old apartment building converted into a hotel. My room is on the fifth floor, and I learned that there was an elevator only after climbing the stairs with all my luggage. It’s in the weirdest location just floating in the middle of the lobby and disguised as a Coke Machine. The interior of the elevator is mirorred on all sides to give the illusion of being bigger than an elevator with a two-person (or person + suitcase) maximum capacity.
Now I’m in my hotel room. I’m hot & hungry, but happy. Time for a shower and a bite to eat!
Gotta conserve my energy for tomorrow: MY BIRTHDAY IN PARIS!!!! 😆
In the wake of the massacre in Paris, an obviously well-meaning person posted this picture on facebook along with the caption, “Our thoughts and prayers are with France during these difficult times.” The sentiment is one that is shared by most people. The attacks were senseless and despicable, perpetrated against innocent civilians in places where they were going about their everyday lives. What an unforgivable, unspeakable act… Our hearts collectively go out to those affected.